The Postcards for Mom Pranksters

I'm filling out the forms to re-up my secret clearance and I needed information. So I called Mom yesterday to ask her for her address - because, after all, I don't know it...

Me: Hey Mom, I'm filling out this security form and I need your address...
Mom: Yeah, like you don't know it
Me: Huh? Well, I know the street but I forget the number...
(Mom tells me)
Me: And what's the zip?
Mom: (tells me). You know my address already because I'm getting more junk.
Me: You're still getting stuff sent to you?
Mom: Oh yeah, a lot. You'll never believe what I'm getting now...
Me: What?
Mom: Recipes. Recipes with Velveeta in them (see Jan 15^th entry)
Me: Oh, that's weird. Kev's good. After the fudge fiasco, that kinda makes me look guilty. Mr. Florida is up to no good!
Mom: Yeah, that's the same thing he tells me about you...

Since I've requested extra help from Floridians this week, I had to make sure I mentioned it in a conversation with Mom... so I hope peeps in FL are sending stuff!

We're having a poker party this weekend, so I'll see Mom on Saturday night. She's spending the night, so I'll need to keep her away from the computers. I'm sure I'll get a bunch of stories, too. They'll be posted after she leaves, of course.